local to local

Daily observations at or near Two Dot Spot, written by hand on the backs of postcards that record with ink and coffee a few minutes of the earth's orbit around the sun. The cards are physically mailed from Two Dot, Montana to those who have requested them...local to local. Ruth Marie Tomlinson

I'm still reading West of 98... In an effort to understand the West, Louis B. Jones looked at the Donner Party concluding that “We’re all immigrants, or come from immigrants and somewhere back there somebody had to gnaw off something essential in order to free himself.” Jones also looked at pulp fiction representations of the West, breaking Westerners down to fools, scoundrels and the heroes whose purpose is to sort these “bushwhacked innocents from the predatory trouble makers.” Jones didn't go much beyond cynicism, but I am interested. What have I gnawed off to free myself? The knowing is likely part of the process of becoming the hero that recognizes the fool and the scoundrel in herself. Perhaps the West needs this kind of examination.